Happy birthday Xy…. Our moderator and mediator and true to be the eldest among my children, Xylem is a big sister, literally and figuratively (hehehe) to her siblings (though sometimes she is more childish) and to me. We have gone through lots of challenges and funs that make us and continue to become closer. Our relationship is beyond being mom and daughter, we are friends, and we share what is in our minds and in our hearts. But despite the “cool” relationship we have, there is still that boundary that she should not cross. I remain her mom and regardless of the independence she now enjoys, respect is high in our family values. At her tender age, Xylem had already showed her assertiveness and being demanding. In school, she joined a poetry contest and told me that I should be there during her turn. Unfortunately, I came late, she was very mad she said she was looking at the crowd and did not see me. And there was a time I failed to tell her I am going to buy groceries, upon arriving home, she approached me and said she has also her needs I should have asked her first before I did my shopping. But unlike other first child, she did not grow up as a spoiled brat. Immediately when she could reach the sink, I started teaching her how to wash plates. I let her carry her own bag and fix her things although we have a driver and a nanny who attend and look after her. She’s more meticulous than me at home, she would spend the whole day sorting things out until she gets the finish that she wanted and she does it on her own. She continue to love to wash plates, probably because that was the first chore I taught her. Delivering her in this world was a struggle, after laboring for 10 hours, she was too stubborn to leave my tummy the doctors have to induce me and use forceps to pull her out. But after the enduring pain and several huffs and puffs, I managed to give a big sigh of relief and told myself, we made it, especially when the doctor placed her on my chest. But relief, it was not, in taking care of her. She’s a very hyper active girl she only stop playing and moving around when she is asleep. There was a time she made everybody in the house nervous, she got lost. We found her on top of the roof; she scaled the window grills until she reached the top. She was four years old. And it was difficult to feed her, she was very slow to eat she will always test your patience. This, however, did not last long, when she learned to eat on her own; she developed a sweet tooth I have to control her. And it is true until now…..hahaha Looking back how she came to the this world, I am always reminded that for every decision we make, though sometimes we may lose something in the process, our choices will always make us different. Her coming into being taught me how to be brave, how to be tough and made me understand that being a mom is a joy that even the toughest challenge would not stop you from becoming one. Love you Xy…..
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